Ladies and gentlemen...
When I start writing Book 9, I had a title in mind. And it was a good title. It was a glorious title. It echoed a phrase we'd already seen in the books themselves, and it was cool, and haunting, and awesome...
But for some reason, it wasn't a "Final Book" title.
I don't know why. Some titles suit the last book of a series. Some suit the first. This title — my lovely, glorious title — suited the first.
I'm not going to tell you what it was, because I do plan to use it at some stage — and I never let a good idea go to waste.
But suddenly I had a problem. I needed a new title.
I needed a new title that sounded like a final book. I needed a new title that fit alongside Kingdom of the Wicked and Last Stand of Dead Men. I needed something almost... poetic.
And so I came up with this.
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She does, but you still look better.
*winks*
Don't tell anyone I said that
Hunter: *whispers to Ez* Yeah, when it's our wedding, we'll skip the boring stuff.
Ez: *whispers back* That's the actual marrying part.
Hunter: *whispers back back* And that's the part we don't want.
We should just get a load of people in a church looking oretty and excited and pretty excited and then have a party.
Ez: *whispers back back back* No objection to that.
Hunter: *whispers back back back back* It's a plan.
#ChaseForBookNine
*waves to Amy and points at a seat next to Tia*
WAS THE CAN I SHOOT HIM/NOT IN PUBLIC THING AN SPN REFERENCE
*the corners of his mouth tug imperceptibly upward as he watches the wedding*
Father Volant: Let these rings be given and received as a token of your affection, sincerity and fidelity to one another. In as much as Oscar Neurotic and Doctor Precocious have consented together in wedlock and have witnessed the same before this company, and pledged their vows to each other, by the authority vested in me by the Sanctuaries of Blogland, I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Oscar: *looks around nervously at the audience*
*takes a deep breath*
*and kisses her*
*the kiss lasts for a long moment*
*till they finally part*
*their arms still around each other*
Oscar: *smiles*
*whispers, so the audience can’t hear*
500 years.
*smiles*
500 years.
*bends double and gasps*
*clutching her midriff as fire blazes in her stomach*
*crumples to the ground and gasps for breath*
*the pain is too much, like she’s swallowed a knot of knives*
*her vision is failing, fading into a staticky gray tunnel*
*she sees Oscar standing over her, astonished, before her vision goes black*
IS IT TOO LATE TO CLAP?
[Effie starts bouncing slightly in her seat, grinning]
[Then she realizes it's probably not appropriate behavior at a wedding]
[She ends up wiggling her toes instead]
*sits next to Tia*
[Effie screams]
OSMOSIS
*eyes widen*
What happened?
Gary: *drops to his knees beside her*
*tries to shake her awake*
Doctor! Doctor, talk! Are you alright?
Father Volant: *hurriedly steps down from the podium*
Please, remain calm everyone!
Oscar: *dizzily staring*
*uncomprehending*
*sits down heavily beside her*
*stares dizzily at Gary*
*who is still panicked, trying to help her*
Oscar: *stammers* Why . . .
*guests are beginning to stand up*
*supervillains are arguing with each other*
*each one blaming someone else*
Gary: Please!
*stands and waves arms*
Please, everyone, calm down!
Nebulous: How do you expect us to calm down?
Crazy Frenchman: Someone has clearly poisoned ze bride!
Dr. Horrible: I bet it was Alias!
Alias: Of course it wasn’t me, dammit, I loved Oz like a brother!
*they begin fighting amongst themselves*
*and the shouting escalates*
*but then something echoes through the room*
*louder than all the shouting combined*
Cell Phone: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE?
I CAN FEEL SOMETHING INSIDE ME SAY . . .
*the shouting dies down*
*and all eyes turn to Photo Finish*
*who stands up*
*flips open his phone*
*and says-*
Photo: It’s done.
Ez: *about to whisper to Hunter that they'd better not do the kissing part if they're in Blogland when Precocious falls over* *eyes widen, mind jumping into awareness* *maybe she just fainted* *but she has a feeling . . . * *no, it's not a feeling, it's a Feeling* *that energy isn't good*
Hunter: *jumps up out of his seat*
Ez: *follows him*
Hunter: *nods at her, and teleports up next to Precocious*
#ChaseForBookNine
*Shadows immediately flare up protectively as he watches Doc double over in pain*
The hell is going on?!
*looks around at the rest of the crowd, pulling Chio closer to him*
What the Hell?
Ravel: Even I wouldn't screw up someone's wedding!
*draws pistol and eyes start glowing blue*
*starts clapping*
*blinks in dim recognition, as the cell phone blares*
I can heal if its possible. I'm able to heal and revive.
[Effie turns mostly-invisible and gets out of her seat, moving quietly towards the other side of the church, having to be careful not to bump into anyone]
Photo: *puts away his phone*
*tucks his hands in his pockets*
*surveys the crowd*
Photo: Look at you.
All of you, yelling and screaming.
“You did it!” “No, YOU did it!”
I’m so sorry, Oz. Oh wait, I’m not allowed to call you Oz, am I?
That’s only for friends. And we were never friends, were we?
Friends would’ve done something.
Oscar: *slowly stands up*
*shaky-legged*
Finish . . .
*Precocious is still twitching on the floor*
*the gasping has grown worse*
*she’s beginning to cough up blood*
*feels the sensation of falling*
*falling*
*she sees a face, flickering in the darkness*
*it’s staticky, and out of focus*
*but it’s becoming clearer*
*it’s Photo*
Photo: You saw something was wrong. But you never pushed,
you never tried to help.
Didn’t you see something was wrong?
Didn’t you
notice
how hard he was fighting?
Trying to show you
that something was wrong?
Oscar: *his voice his shaking*
Finish . . . what . . . what did you do . . .
Photo: ‘Finish’ didn’t do anything.
Couldn’t you tell?
Couldn’t you see the signs?
The mood swings, the struggle, the stress?
Remember when Photo got mugged in alley,
and everyone forgot?
Remember when Hassle spent one day at the Midnight Hotel,
and everyone forgot?
*dark veins spread under Photo’s skin*
*and he smiles a dark-lipped smile*
Photo: Hassle Precocious set me free,
and I became his Chemist.
Ez: *grabs Precocious* You okay?
Hunter: *taps at Ez and she lets go, and Hunter grabs Precocious instead* *he's better with energy* *all that RedRay torture* I can -
Ez: Don't try it.
Hunter: But -
Ez: Hunter!
Hunter: Well, she's not -
Ez: Let one of them try.
Both of them: *ignoring Photo* *they don't really care who did it, to be honest*
#ChaseForBookNine
*shoots a glare at Tia*
*hugs closer to Blake, eyes darting around and landing back on Precocious*
(Wait, don't grab her just yet. Give it a moment.)
*keeps clapping* I love weddings! Does this usually happen at weddings? Is something wrong?
*slowly, awkwardly stops clapping*
((Hunter: I'm not doing anything.
*scowls*
Ez is so damn CAUTIOUS, I swear.
Ez: Well, that's only because I actually CARE -
Hunter: Care too much, and she'll be dead and who'll be laughing then? No one. She'll be dead.
Star: Um, sorry. *posts comment*))
#ChaseForBookNine
*aims his pistol at Photo*
Oscar: *draws his gun*
*levels it between Photo’s eyes*
Tell me what you did.
Photo: I’m kind of curious to see the results. After all, it’s only been perfected once before.
That was a strong woman, though. It will probably kill this weak one.
The first one was a champion. The greatest female boxer in all the world.
The child was born horribly disfigured, and the pain of child-birth was multiplied beyond a mortal’s capacity for pain.
It was only a miracle that she survived. She should’ve died.
The first time, the curse was made incorrectly.
I, however, did not make it incorrectly.
Oscar: Reverse it. Remove the curse.
Photo: How about . . . no.
Oscar: DO IT!
Photo: Or what?
You’ll kill me?
*walks backwards down the aisle*
You know what?
I don’t think you will. I think you’re too scared,
too worried about harming the Photo that you once knew.
Pretty as a picture, he was. I took that from him.
In love with his work. I took his work from him too.
Now you want to take his life from him too?
Pathetic.
I don’t think you have the balls to-
*BANG*
*the bullet slams into Photo’s left eye*
*his head snaps back*
*and he falls*
*he lands on a table, which shatters under him*
*red sprays across the chartreuse*
*and he lies there, splayed out like a trodden-on spider*
*the dark veins fade*
*and his lips turn pink again*
*his face is frozen in a look of mild astonishment*
Oscar: *breathing heavily*
*lowers his gun*
*a gun that he did not fire*
*he looks to the left*
*and sees Gary, with his gun out*
Gary: *his hands are steady and un-shaking*
*he lowers the gun and looks at Oscar*
*the temperature of the room is dropping violently*
*frost is gathering in Gary’s hair*
Gary: *blankly* Oz?
*Looks around, and thinks about giving Precocious her Philosopher's Stone*
*But that would be god-modding*
*Sits back instead*
((Star: PHOTO! D:
CRAP.
CRAPPPPPPPPPPPP.))
#ChaseForBookNine
*draws knife prepared to fight if necessary, shadows surround me* What the hell just happened? What did he do to her?
D:D:D:D:
((Can we get Friendship Manuel over here?))
*looks at Photo, shocked then at Gary with the gun then at Precocious then finally at Blake*
Oscar: *looks around dazedly*
*looks back at Gary*
*then down at Precocious*
*he crouches, and checks her pulse*
*she’s still breathing*
*but she’s stopping moving*
*the image of Photo is very clear in her mind*
*he’s sitting on the hood of her van*
*wearing pink, and sequins*
*just like the old Photo she knew*
Oscar: *stands up*
*walks over to Photo’s corpse*
*and slams his fist into his face*
*he drops to his knees and rains blow after blow into his face*
*with each punch his knuckles get bloodier*
*until there’s a sickening crunch*
*and Gary picks him up under the arms and drags him off*
*still snarling, still furious*
*fists stained with red*
*and gray*
Gary: *tugs Oscar off to the side*
*hisses something to him*
Oscar: *nods*
*returns to the corpse and picks it up*
*wrapped in the chartreuse tablecloth*
*and drags it outside*
*he hurls it into the river*
*and returns to the chapel*
*the protective runes are gone*
*Photo’s death left them inactive*
Oscar: *enters the chapel*
*snaps his fingers*
Gary: *gives him a moist towelette*
Oscar: *wipes off hands*
Oscar: Someone . . . someone go do something.
*waves a hand distantly in Precocious’s direction*
Lay her down in some other room. Take care of her. And someone get the blender that someone left on the doorstep. I . . .
*staggers, almost drunkenly, to the wall*
*leans on it*
*and throws up*
Gary: *holds his hair back with one hand*
So far I can conclude that my thoughts so far is that he poisoned her lipstick.
(If it's not altogether an inconvenience, would one of you please move her to another room and lay her down on a bed or somewhere soft?)
((@Dragona: Um, if you'd been reading the whole roleplay, you'd know that, but . . . XD
OKAY.
ARI PREDICTED THIS IN PRIVATE SO I KNEW IT WAS COMING
BUT I'M STILL FUCKING CRYINGGGGGGGGGG HELP D:))
#ChaseForBookNine
*Gets to her feet* I'm a Doctor, I can take care of it.
*She removes her philosopher's stone and darts forward, putting it around Precocious's neck*
*It begins to glow*
It'll keep her alive until we can save her.
I'd agree Dragona, but with what?
*looks at Precocious*
I'm no expert on poisons...
Is she getting worse? Shouldn't we call a doctor?
*moves to the side*
*slowly moves off to collect the blender from the front door, unable to do anything else*
Yeah, hi Tia.
Hm.
Right.
*Looks at Cara* Oh dear... Well this shall be interesting.
(Unnecessary, Adrasdos, but appreciated.
She will not die from the curse. It was not designed to kill her. I had hoped I'd made the curse's intent clear, but I suppose not.)
Ez: *jerks a thumb at Adra* See, Hunter?
*nods gratefully at Adra*
Hunter: *scowls, but smiles at Adra anyway* Does anyone know a good place to move her to . . . ? The floor is, um, it's a floor. With names on. Very cool floor, but still a floor.
#ChaseForBookNine
*approaches Precocious* I can help lift her, anyone else?
Hunter: I can help lift her.
#ChaseForBookNine
Hunter: If you tell me where I'm lifting her TO.
#ChaseForBookNine
*comes back and stands back beside Blake after putting the blender on a table near the alter, stuck for words and white as a sheet, even though she's made of ice(
Thats sick. *feels my necklace go cold with Photo's death* *with the death my shadows grow sharper, heart racing from the excitment of death in the air* That's something interesting.
Aro: Mom....your shadows are sharper. You sure you are well?
I'm fine. It's the fact a death happened so close to me, the death makes my necklace go crazy, it'll pass.
Right, is there a couch or a sofa anywhere in the chapel?
Oscar: *still by the wall*
*unresponsive*
Gary: *talking to him*
*his words are too quiet for anyone else to hear*
Ok.
Open your eyes, people.
There is only one explanation.
The Cruciatus Curse.
Should I call Faeris? Because I don't like Faeris, but she knows how to poison people, and hopefully how to un-poison them, and she might maybe help, if she didn't know I was here, which she would if I called her...
Okay, I'm completely useless. Sorry.
*His hoodie twists and turns, as if something inside is trying to break free*
I know what you mean Zaf...
(In any case, I'm afraid I must go tend to pressing matters- good luck, everyone)
*in her head*
*she can’t see anything but the darkness*
*and Photo*
*sitting on the hood of her van*
*and watching her*
Photo: You know, it’s very simple.
Very simple.
*falling*
*it feels almost like flying*
Photo: First comes the pain.
Then you’ll wake up, confused, as if drunk. You won’t mind that part, I’m sure.
*something is gripping her limbs*
*she struggles, but can’t free herself*
*nor see what’s holding her*
Photo: Those are some of the guests.
They’re helping you into the other room.
*her struggling relaxes*
Photo: *laughs*
Once the confusion fades, then there’ll be the hallucinations.
Who knows what you’ll see. You’ll pass in and out of consciousness,
and when you finally wake up,
the damage will be done.
Why . . .
*whispers the word*
Why . . .
*approaches the others* I can give her energy, I'm not a doctor but I can do that.
Ez: *glares at Dragona* Yeahhhh, sure.
Hunter: @Effie: No, call her.
Nobody else can do much, it seems.
#ChaseForBookNine
((Wait a minute.... O.O))
((Good luck, Adra. Goodbye anyone else who left. I may soon have to leave as well...))
((In case that confused anyone I'm always wearing my hoodie, I just use shadows to make other clothes on top of it))
Ez: @Zaf: We can give her energy too. *speaking for herself and Hunter* But we don't know how to direct it.
#ChaseForBookNine
*sits back down, not sure what to do, watches the others*
I can help her in terms of numbing the pain and other mental help, it may be useful to figure out the symptoms.
*links minds*
((Okay, Lantern . . . :/))
#ChaseForBookNine
(Please place her in the guest bedroom just off the bride's dressing room. A lot of churches have these, for when people come there when they're down-and-out and have nowhere else to go.)
*Mara gets out of the car, wearing a knee-length skater dress*
*and opens the back door*
*she takes Mackenzie out, and makes sure her hair isn't messy*
*Harry gets out after her, wearing his famous tux and bandana*
*Mara shakes her head at him in disgust*
Mara: I still can't believe you're wearing it.
Harry: What? *looks hurt* My bandana is like my trademark!
Mara: You look like a hobo. *mutters* *holds Mackenzie in her arms* *Mackenzie looks at her dad and shakes her head, mimicking her mother*
We're already late for the wedding...
Harry: It'll be fine. Trust me. *begins to walk* They won't even notice us.
Mara: *sighs* Right.
Harry: *opens the door*
*uses Chronomancy to leave but later return to the same time*
((back really soon))
I could do some improvised surgery... if there's even a physical thing to remove.
*Glances at the bloodstains on the floor*
*assists Hunter in carrying Precocious to the bed, while followed by everyone except Star, who is opening the doors in front of us*
*begins to find it hard to breath*
*runs out the church, past Harry and Mara*
((Hunter: Sure.
Star: I LINKED MY REAL LIFE FRIEND AND SHE'S READING IT. :)
Hi, Elizabeth! :)
Sorry, it would make more sense if you knew the story. XD))
Hunter: *helps Tia carry her to the room*
#ChaseForBookNine
(Thank you. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be ordering y'all around, but do you think you could all give her some space, and return to the main room?
Except one person.
I would like one of you to stay here and sort of watch her.)
*Takes off after Chio*
*Shouts back to the others* I'll be back soon as I can.
*Drops into his shadow as he runs*
((Hunter: STAR ISN'T THERE.
She is TOO PATHETIC to be at weddings.
She would just ruin it.
Star: Now that's a bit -
Hunter: And because you SAID she was there, she WAS there, and voila, wedding ruined.
*nods, pleased with logic*
EZ, YOU CAN OPEN THE DOORS.
Star: *rolls eyes*))
#ChaseForBookNine
Photo: Why?
*slides off the hood of the van*
*walks through the darkness towards her*
*his sequins are glittering, though there is no light source*
You see this darkness?
This empty blackness?
It’s not pleasant, is it? No. Not pleasant at all.
This is what you inflicted on your uncle. For five-hundred years, while you and your groom played your little cat-and-mouse game, he was here, alone, with only the horrors of the void for company.
*a pained spasm shoots through her body and screams and curls up*
Photo: *looks down at her*
Can you imagine it?
*crouches beside her*
Can you imagine them?
Great and terrible, dark and twisting, anything and everything, all impossible angles and slippery, gelatinous flesh. Faceless Ones. Eldritch Horrors. Those who were, and were not meant to be.
Can you imagine them? What their voices must sound like?
It would drive you mad.
*the pain is beginning to fade*
*to a dull, harsh thumping in her midriff*
Photo: He’s dying, you know.
Every day, coughing up fluids. He’s dying, because his body is useless and atrophied. Five-hundred years in void, Doctor. He can barely walk. Why do you think he staggers? He’s trying so hard,
SO hard, to hurt you,
that he’s hurting yourself. Can you imagine being so hated that people would willingly hurt themselves, just to hurt you?
Photo can.
And now you can too.
*she
You know where to find me, happy to help.
*walks off*
((Hunter and Ez: *look at each other at Clara's words, decision-making*
Star: *adds reality to their decision*
Hunter and Ez: *glare*))
#ChaseForBookNine
I will stay with her. I can numb the pain and get rid of the symptoms.
(In the distance)
Come along, Star! (Ez and Hunter)
(Alright. Thank you, Dragona.)
*comes to a stop beside the river and collapses onto her knees, gasping*
Pho . . . to . . . Photo . . .
Photo: Photo’s dead. Gary killed him.
But he’s not really gone, is he? He lives in your head.
The memory of him. Talking to you,
reminding you, just like I am now.
. . . When I snap my fingers, you will be awake.
Photo . . .
*reaches out desperately*
Photo, please . . .
Photo: Don’t worry, Doctor. Photo will be waiting for you when you sleep.
And he has a lot of things to say to you.
A lot of things.
*and he snaps his fingers*
*and she doesn’t wake up*
Photo: *frowns*
*snaps his fingers again*
*and again*
*struggles to her feet*
*clutching her stomach*
*her legs are shaking, but she’s standing*
Pho . . . to . . .
Photo: *snaps fingers*
*snaps them again*
*gritted teeth* Doctor . . . wake up.
I will NOT.
Ez: I'll stay with Precocious, make sure she's okay.
Hunter, can you -
Hunter: *nods, and disappears back to the chaos*
*he can't make things much worse, seeing as it's already chaos, and Ez doesn't trust him much*
#ChaseForBookNine
Ez: *looks at Dragona, eyes hidden* *she doesn't trust him* *she doesn't know him, and she doesn't trust people she knows* *she's not big on trust, Ez*
#ChaseForBookNine
*keeps numbing her pain and getting rid of the symptoms, eyes glowing blue as he does so* *keeps reading her mind to watch the moment where she collapsed over and over again*
*Jumps out of the tree's shadow and lands next to Chio*
*places a hand on her back*
Hey, keep it together, she's not dead. Everything will be fine.
*Helps her stand up*
*Finds Hunter* you think this is all about to get worse? Because I do.
Photo: *stands up*
*snaps fingers*
Wake . . . up . . . NOW.
I . . .
*coughs weakly*
I may be a drunk, Photo, and a coward too,
but even I can’t be afraid of an illusion.
That was your specialty . . . wasn’t it?
Illusions?
Photo: *snaps fingers*
I will not let you haunt me, Photo, I pick my demons.
I WON’T let you . . .
*bends double and coughs violently*
*covers her mouth with her hand*
*blood drips from between her fingers*
I’m a drunk . . .
Photo: *violently snaps fingers*
. . . a coward . . .
Photo: *VIOLENTLY SNAPS FINGERS*
. . . but I’m smart.
No one,
NO ONE,
ever said I was stupid.
And I’m clever enough to know that this isn’t real,
it’s all in my head,
and I can HURT you here . . . Photo.
Photo: *takes a step back*
*tilts head*
Who’s the coward now?
((A* tree's shadow. Not the tree. There was no specified tree. Silly Blake.))
((Star: OH, GO PRECOCIOUS! :D))
Hunter: *nods thoughtfully at Tia* Probably.
#ChaseForBookNine
But Photo is... *a tear runs down her face*
Oscar is in a state, Photo is dead and Precocious is... *turns to face him and buries into his chest*
When I snap my fingers,
YOU will leave my head,
and you won’t come back. Not ever.
Photo: You won’t win. You won’t.
He’s too clever, and he won’t be stopped. Not ever!
Don’t blame poor, innocent, fabulous little Photo.
*twirls gracefully on the spot*
*a twisted spirit in a beautiful body*
You . . .
*voice shaking with pain and fewer*
You . . . you’ve taken my child from me.
A child not born yet. Not even conceived,
but already he’s doomed to a life of misery and ridicule, if he even has a life at all! Do you think I’ll forgive you?
DO YOU THINK I’LL FORGIVE YOU?
Photo: I’m dead, Doctor.
Gary killed me. Shot me in the eye, and splattered me all across the chartreuse tablecloths.
Then I’ll . . .
*cough*
I’ll kill Hassle . . . I’ll kill him . . .
*cough cough*
I’ll find him,
hunt him down like the monster he is . . .
*COUGH COUGH*
. . . and I’ll kill him.
*falls to her knees*
Photo: How?
*approaches her*
*tilts up her chin*
Look at you. You can barely stand, barely breathe. You have no magic. The only thing keeping you alive is all the magic in Blogland’s air; were you to leave Blogland, you’d turn to dust.
Pretty pathetic, if you ask me.
Big talk . . . *cough* . . . for a dead man.
Photo: *giggles*
Heh. How true.
*Hugs her*
That wasn't really Photo though, was it? Oscar will be okay when Doctor is. We've all been through worse than this
*Squeezes her a gently*
Mara: *blinks* Ah. We missed quite a bit, didn't we..?
Harry: *whispers* What should we do?
Mara: *whispers back* I'm not quite sure.
((Star: *watching roleplay*))
Ez: *watching Precocious, looking kind of worried* *she's not getting better*
Hunter: *watching the chaos* *which is quite challenging, but quite fine*
((Hunter: We can all watch together.
We should have brought watches.))
#ChaseForBookNine
*pushes herself to her feet*
*standing up slowly, shaky-legged*
Photo: *lets her stand*
When . . . I . . . snap my fingers . . .
You’ll be gone. Forever.
Photo: *shrugs lazily*
And what? You’ll go on some mad vengeance crusade against Hassle Precocious? That would be quite the spectacle.
*raises one pale, shaking hand*
Photo: I suppose this is goodbye then.
Will you miss me, Doctor? Will you miss dear, sweet, Mr. Get-It-Done?
*she snaps her fingers*
*and wakes up at once*
Hunter: *appears behind Mara* Hey, Mara. :)
Haven't seen you in a while.
#ChaseForBookNine
...*watches everything silently*
I hope our wedding doesn't turn out like this... *laughs a little and wipes her face*
I'm ok, I just needed some air...
I love you, Blake. *kisses him*
Ez: *jumps* Precocious.
Are you okay?
*eyes scan her eyes, reading*
#ChaseForBookNine
*tries to push herself off the pillow*
*gives up*
*flops back down on the bed*
*mutters dimly*
Dragona? Ez?
*groans in pain* Where’s my husband?
*eyes stop glowing* *blinks several times*
That was most impressive, Precocious. As for your husband, he is waiting for you.
I love you too, and people should know by now to not screw with us eh?
*kisses her back then holds her hands*
Let's head back okay?
Ez: Back in the main room.
It's okay. You'll be alright.
*texts Hunter* |Where's Oscar?|
#ChaseForBookNine
*groans weakly*
Can you . . . tell him I'm awake . . .
I want to talk to him alone.
Mara: *turns* Hunter! Hello! *gives Mackenzie to Harry* *hugs*
Harry: *nods at Hunter in greeting*
Mara: Uhm, what happened here..? *winces*
*sighs* I feel extremely odd.
Oscar and Gary: *in a corner of the main room, standing in silence*
*that special sort of silence, between two men who understand each other completely*
*the lights in the room are brighter than they were before*
*they are flickering angrily as Oscar gets more and more unstable*
*sighs* I don't know what to do...
(Hang in there, chaps, it's almost over.
*bows*
Thank you for staying this long, all of you.)
Oh and Precocious, if you have another wedding at any point, may I suggest to not invite supervillains? They tend to attract the wrong crowd. Well, more precisely, they ARE the wrong crowd.
(It really means a lot to me.)
Hunter: *nods back at Harry*
@Mara: Photo got possessed and died and Precocious got poisoned, I believe.
*phone bleeps* Sorry.
*checks it*
*texts back* |Somewhere. I'll look. Idk, it's chaos, and I'm talking to Mara.|
Ez: Sure. *texts Hunter* |When you find him, tell him Precocious's awake and wants to talk to you.|
Hunter: |Wait a sec, I'm FINDING him?|
Sorry, Mara.
Apparently I'm finding Oscar.
#ChaseForBookNine
*goes into the next room*
Oscar, she is awake.
*grimly looks away from Dragona*
Where's Oscar . . .
*holds his hand and they walk back into the church*
*him
((Sorry. STAR!))
Hunter: *looks around* *sees Oscar* One minute.
*teleports to Oscar and Gary* Hey, Oscar.
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Oscar: *looks up, at Dragona*
*there is something horrible glittering in his eyes*
*and the lights in the room grow even more violently unstable*
Oscar: I see.
. . . Can you give us a moment alone?
Hunter: That's what she wants.
|Message sort of delivered, Ez.|
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Oscar: Thank you.
*disappears down the hall*
Gary: *sits down heavily*
*buries face in hands*
Oscar, yes. I shall leave you two alone. However I may suggest you stop with the electricity before the lights, or you, blow a fuse. Whichever happens first.
Ez: |Sort of?|
*nods at Precocious* He's coming. *leaves room*
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(Ugh msd parents arguing. Again.)
Hunter: *reappears with Mara* Sorry.
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Oscar: *enters the room in a beam of bright light*
*every mirror in the room is blazing with reflected light*
*the orange glow outside is bright and vicious through the windows*
*and light is refracting through Oscar so violently that in some places, his bones can be seen, under his flesh*
*he begins to pace furiously*
*grinding his teeth*
*and spinning his new and uncomfortable wedding ring on his finger*
AH!
*covers eyes*
Oscar, put them out!
Oscar: *looks up*
*uncomprehending*
Eh?
The lights, Oscar, put them out!
Oscar: I . . . oh.
*the lights fade*
*leaving the room in cool darkness*
*pierced only by a beam of orange sunlight that glows across the foot of the bed*
*grimaces*
*takes hand away from eyes*
Thank you . . .
Oscar: *weakly* How are you feeling?
Better . . . dizzy . . .
*curls up on the bed*
*cuddling her pillow like a stuffed animal*
He said I’d be dizzy . . . in and out of consciousness . . . then I’d have hallucinations.
Oscar: Who said?
Photo.
*every lightbulb in the room flares far brighter than their wattage*
*and they all burn out at once, plunging the room into darkness once again*
Oscar: . . . I see.
Mara: Oh. Wow. That's a nice way to celebrate a wedding... and that's fine. See you.
Harry: Huh. Maybe we should leave?
Mara: .. I don't know.
((Star: My irl friend says 'omg this is sooo cool'
IT IS.
*nods*
I FEEL MY BLOGLIFE'S AWESOMENESS BEING ACKNOWLEDGED.
I AM HAPPY. C:))
#ChaseForBookNine
Ah, it was the lightbulbs that went first.
Is it true? Is it true that Photo’s dead?
Oscar: *doesn’t nod so much as let his head droop*
*sighs wearily*
Gary killed him?
Oscar: Yes.
What do we do, Oscar?
*looks up*
*tears of frustration in her eyes*
What do we do now?
Oscar: Obviously, we leave Blogland.
*blinks*
*looks up at him*
*he’s standing in the darkness, so she can’t see him clearly*
*she can see the white stripe in his hair, though*
*something familiar, through the dazed confusion in her mind*
What?
Star can I email you? Before I loose my mind.
((Star: NO! D:
COME BACKKKKKKKK! I SHIP YOU! YOU CAN'T LEAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!))
#ChaseForBookNine
((Star: @Zaf: Sure. :)))
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Oscar: I quit the League, and we run. Leave Blogland, never think about Photo or Hassle or any of this.
You . . . you can’t quit the League, Oscar, they won’t let you. They’re supervillains.
Oscar: Then I’ll fake my death.
We can’t leave Blogland, Oscar.
Oscar: And why the hell not?
I’ll turn to dust.
*weak chuckle*
Oscar: . . . of course.
*sits on the edge of the bed*
. . . of course. I’d forgotten.
((Star: GOOD. :)
Well
not good
but meh. :P))
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((GOD DANGIT I'M BECOMING OBSESSED WITH NEON JUNGLE NOT ANOTHER BAND))
*sits up*
*the blood rushes to her head and she nearly falls back again, dizzy*
Oscar: *catches her*
*sits her upright*
What do you need? Water?
I . . . ugh . . .
*clutches head*
Oscar: *puts his arms around her*
*leans closer, and whispers in her ear*
I’ll kill Hassle.
*weakly* No.
Oscar: *looks at her, stunned*
What . . ?
*the room is spinning around her*
*she grips his shoulders to keep her upright*
Oscar . . . I am your wife. We are a family. It’s not just about you anymore. It’s about US.
*leans closer, and whispers in his ear*
WE will kill Hassle.
*she slips into unconsciousness once again*
*and falls back onto the pillow*
*leaving Oscar alone, in a dark room*
Oscar: Yes.
*gently kisses her forehead*
Oscar: WE will kill Hassle.
THE END
(Thank you all so much for coming, and for staying. It really means a lot to me. I’m hoping that you all had a good time, even though it got slow and boring at times. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I want you to know that if I ever met any of you in real life, I would give you a hug, and I never hug anybody ever. So, that just goes to show how thankful I am. Thank you.
*curtsies*)
*claps*
It's fine. It was fun. ^^
((Star: *CLAPS UNTIL THE BONES ON HER HANDS WEAR THROUGH*
Ez: *takes Star's hands and heals them*
Star: THANK YOU.
*CARRIES ON CLAPPING*
Hunter: *sighs* What did I tell you, Ez? Star doesn't fucking LEARN.
Ez: *shrugs* *leaves Star to her skinless fate*
Star: . . . *looks at them* *stops clapping*
Hunter; *nods* Good.
You're improving. :)
Star: ANYWAY
WELL DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*throws confetti*))
#ChaseForBookNine
*applauds*
*Slowly claps*
Well done ma'am, well done.
Now if you'll excuse me someone downstairs shouted something about pizza. I shall return once I've eaten six or seven slices.
Aww, that was great Annika :) Blake is brb but I'm sure he'll thank you too.
Oh, maybe not lol. Thank you Annika.
(*turns bright red*
I'm so glad people had a good time.)
((Star: @Annika: :) That's okay, you don't have to hug me.
Meeting you would be awesome enough. C:
I SHALL MEET ALL OF YOU.
Ez: Sure.
Star: *glares*
Ez: Sorry, sorry.))
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*claps* Nice job Anni. Despite tension irl it made me smile
((@Annika: I was ace. :)
I cried, I smiled. That's pretty much aceness for me. XD))
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*It
((SORRY.
I CAN'T TYPE.)
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((*claps* :) that was so fun Anni, really :)))
(*is unsure of what to do with all the compliments*
*decides to write them down*
*in my heart*
*awh*
*how sentimental*)
((Star: @Clara: Hunter wouldn't advise you to do that. He says hearts are dangerous things to meddle with and that you might end up bleeding to death.))
#ChaseForBookNine
Helloooo.....?)
Hey Snow! You missed a lot.
(*laughs*
Tell Hunter I'm grateful for his advice. Also, make sure he knows that one should always follow one's heart. it's very easy, and the trail they leave as they crawl away is unmistakable.)
((Star: Hey Snow! :)))
*DROPS PARENTHESIS*
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(Hullo, Snow. You missed the entire wedding.)
(Help me. I just looked at someone's name and swore it said Niccolò Croatoan and I was like O.O
(I figured. But 7t couldnt be avoided. My tablet was dead, the internet was off and I was asleep. ))
(*it
Imma go back and read the wedding. And other stuff. Wbd, msd)
@Clara: Hunter says he will take note of that, but Ez says she can't really follow her heart because she's too busy running after Hunter the whole time . . . so Hunter says he'll kidnap her heart so she can follow them both at the same time.
Hey, you people should be writing it. *glares at characters*
Hunter: Sorry, I'm too busy kidnapping a heart.
Ez: Too busy FOLLOWING a heart.
In sync: YOU write it.
Star: -_-))
#ChaseForBookNine
*rubs hands together*
Well, considering that, as a mass-Bloglandian event, there were dozens of opportunities for things to go wrong, I think everything went very well!
I see it's all quiet now; people are going to bed, or going to eat dinner, or just going.
I suppose I should do the same.
@Snow: Okay. :)
Have fun!
#ChaseForBookNine
I don't know what to do now. I'm not going to bed or eating dinner and I don't think I'll be going now either...
Alexis: *walks with Aro, watching her brother closely* What's troubling you?
Aro: Nothing. I am totally fine.
Alexis: I can read your emotions, you're upset.
Aro: I said I'm fine, Alexis.
Alexis: *glares* Tell. Me.
Aro: *draws knife* Leave me be.
Alexis: You wouldn't dare.
Aro: Try me. *a flicker of anger shows in eyes* I am not who you believe me to be.
Alexis: You'd have to kill me, which you can't.
Aro: Kill? *darkly* I do not kill my victims. If I want you dead, you'd be dead, but what fun is that? I prefer to torment into insanity until you beg for death.
@Annika: I suppose so.
I need to go to sleep.
My characters are always happy to go on an adventure, though.
Well.
One of them says he is.
And he's kidnapped the other one's heart so yeahhhh.
((Hunter: Ez, how do you actually kidnap a heart?
Ez: *thinks about it carefully* I'm not sure.
How about you just PRETEND to kidnap my heart?
Hunter: *frowns* No. That's cheating.
Star doesn't like cheating.
Star: It's okay, you can -
Hunter: NO.
Okay. Ez, I may have to cut you open.
Ez: You know, I think I might prefer the pretending option.
Hunter: Nonsense. *grins*
When dealing with matters of the heart, you have to do them properly.))
#ChaseForBookNine
*walks up to Precocious*
I wish to congratulate both of you, and wish you a happy life together. Also, try to avoid dying. You'll know when and what I mean soon enough. *smiles happily*
And here's the gift from another dimension *hands Precocious a copy of the Skulduggery Pleasant film, signed by Derek Landy*
This is the one thing you wouldn't and couldn't have, everything else you can achieve in your lifetimes. Together.
*yawns*
Goodnight Zafira, Star, Snow, Amethyst, and whosoever may still be remaining. Thank you, once again, for coming to the wedding.
*leaves*
*gets ready to follow Clara to the Midnight Hotel*
Bye Annika!
((Star: *watching Zaf's roleplay* Woah. O_O
Dark Aro much?))
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Alexis: *draws own knife* Try me.
Aro: *smirks* I would not test me. I controlled Croatoan, you're nothing compared to him. I had to be careful, he had names that could attack me.
Alexis: Ciarda would attack you.
Aro: Your name is weak.
Alexis: Liar.
Aro: Alexis, I'm not like you. I spent years teaching myself things you wouldn't dream of. Mother says Croatoan stole names of powerful Sensitives, I would crush them. Right now, I can hear your thoughts, I could reach into your puny mind and crush it, killing you. I could make you do things without knowing your name, I could send you to the very pits of Hell in your mind. I am not limited with just magic. I know many ways to torment a person, without magic. Believe me, I have done things you wouldn't want to see. Would you like me to show you? *voice is unaturally sweet*
Alexis: Don't you dare! *sets up a shield in mind*
Aro: Pathetic.
*electricity crackles in mid-air outside getting more and more violent until it stops and after a short pause the DeLorian appears, blazing it's flaming tyre trails.*
Hello Trip.
Damn!
Missed another wedding.
Alexis: I'm not pathetic! I'm a normal teenager training to become a Sensitive. I'm not you!
Aro: *grabs Alexis, pushing her against a tree* Watch this. *draws knife and begins to draw something on her arm, a symbol*
Alexis: Stop it!!! *knees in groin*
Aro: *with free hand twists her wrist until the bone snaps* Do not fight back.
Alexis: *cries out sending shockwaves of pain into Aro's mind*
Aro: *laughs sending them back, twice as bad* Do not force my hand further. *finishes symbol and it begins to glow*
((Cliffhanger! I gotta go eat!))
I dont like the beige photo. Beige is an awful colour. Icky.
Beige is so bad that it tends to be the butt of all jokes in my family
*sighs*
Always with the dramatic entrance eh Trip?
*grumbles*
Let's just hope I don't miss my own. *gets out of the car*
Who wants booze?
*Runs in and hugs Trip*
*Runs out*
((ARO! D:
NO!
D:
HAVE I NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH EMOTIONAL TORTURE FOR ONE DAY?
*runs in circles*
@Trip: Sorry. :P
Hunter: See, Ez? We should get married but not, and Trip would be able to attend that!))
#ChaseForBookNine
Never any less!
*hugs*
Well I do. *begins to trudge off to the bar*
(*Runs back in once more*
Er, if it's quiet here, Trip- *points to TLC*
Great tunes there)
(*Reminds self to run out again*)
Well, since it's over, let's go home *hugs Blake*
You guys want a drink?
...it has gone quiet...
well...or maybe it was just my internet not loading...
I'll take that as a no.
((I have returned hello Trippy! I shall resume my emotional killing
I think I might go to sleep . . .
Sorry, you know; it's late, it's Easter tomorrow. :)
Fours.
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Sorry I poofed. I'm on my pond and autocorrect is tuxedo soso hat!
@Zaf: That'll be something to look forward to when I read comments tomorrow morning. :)
*disappears*
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Me thinks it was good imwasnt at the wedding. I would have been creeping poor Gary out.
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